We interrupt this blog for a few moments for readers to go and buy some popcorn, hotdogs, sasparilla, paper tissues and hand towels. David Williams understands that this blog may have taken some of you by surprise. Some of you are naturally worried that you might be mentioned. I am finding the process therapeutic and cathartic and I hope you too are getting a kick out of hearing about a man when he's down.
David is in a transitional stage of his life. Due to some interesting experiences he has been allowed the time to assess and analyse what he wishes to do with the rest of his life. He has come to the decision that he wishes to write because that's all he ever wanted to do from a child when he won a Creative Writing Shield (Mark you!) in Primary school. "But there's no money in writing butt! Go and get a proper job"! Well my little voice has been telling me that all along and we have seen the proof a little ways in to this blog that Work doesn't pay. Work pays the taxes to run the country the way some privileged elite with confidence think it should be run. Now nowhere along the story of my life did someone take the trouble to explain to me what taxes are, why we pay them, how much we pay blah di blah! It's all in the small print. "Just accept that this is the way it is butt" There's that annoying little whiny voice again!
" You're not going to beat them, you might as well join them ". Well NO, sorry little whiny voice, your still reading off some different era's script.
We don't do that anymore! We question! We protest! And we occupy!
Thank you ladies and Gentlemen, please return to your seats where sharkfishinginwales will continue shortly.
Please switch off all mobile phones, televisions, credit cards and all other shit that is distracting you from the fact that you are all going to die.
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